The Art of Mastering Snacks

Last night after Fresh Ground Pepper and Fresh Ground Pepper Presents: A Rooftop Showing of Back to the Future, Scoville and I made the perfect Ramen. It was perfect.


Then we ate other things, like sandwiches with chips on them.

Eat your heart out, Julie & Julia. (Also. I liked you! You were A Cute Movie!)

Everything I've Ever Wanted Snack

Can you die of happiness?

guy: whoa! she died! what of?

other guy: ...joy?

Smooching Snack

thank you sully

Cash Snack

Abandoned Buildings Snack

Project, Phase I

guy: are you some sort of realtor?

me: no

guy: why are you taking pictures? are you a photography major?

me: i just....like abandoned buildings?

Exciting News Snack

Shenanigans Snack

Snack of Pure Imagination

Another Movie I Will Like Snack

Some say I am predictable. To them, I say gofuckyourself! and i love rodents

Quill Snack

My first Quill Training Session
(The pictures are not good quality, but I am stoked of their content.)

High School Snack

I've been thinking a lot about high school. In part, I think, because a lot of my new play deals with my own perceptions about myself and relationships I have with other people. The characters in it all or mostly went to the same high school. There's the girl that is an all-angles Me: exaggerated stereotypes of myself, things I know and hate about myself, things I would be if the world were more hurdy gurdy. The Platonic Male Friend: a stock character that has always played a part in my life, from Drew and Danny when I was three years old all the way up through to the age of Sunil and Cameron and Al Petrusek into the Age of Neisler. Then, there's the Unattainable Crush: Another stock role in my life, one that plagued me heavily as I walked the halls of Mountain Pointe. He's a mixture of every sort of lovelorn misfortune from 4th grade (Austin) to 12th (Smiles McGee*).

I was so transparent! It pains me to read my old blogs. I spent half of my childhood in love with people who, very graciously, pretended that they had no idea. Saving me from myself? Perhaps. Deflection of Awkwardness? Completely.

I drunkenly went to a psychic last night with four or three of my closest platonic male friends. She said that I need to unleash myself from my negative blocks; that love might be staring me in the face and that I might not be recognizing it. I left the room and stumbled out into the street and took each one of them by the head and stared into their faces, looking for a semblance of truth in her words. An answer to her posed question. Instead, we fell into laughter, gave each other high fives, and danced our way to the train.

*Some names have been obviously changed to protect the innocent victims of my unrequited love.

Splog Snack

Oh my God, this has me crying




Thank you, Meredith, for giving this gift to all of us.

War and Peace Snack

So I don't have work today, which is exciting because I also did not have work yesterday, which is exciting because I also did not have work Monday. Whoa! I'm spending my precious hours walking around outside, buying wine, seeing movies in parks, reading War and Peace, working on my research journal for a thing I'm writing, and eating delightful things.

These things include: shakes, shacks, snacks, hummus, carrots, cheese, cheese, cheese, crackers!, meats, meatballs, torts, tarts, cookies, couscous, corn, coffee.

We saw Harold and Maude on Monday. Tonight they're doing Paper Moon at Brooklyn Bridge, which is cool, but even more exciting is To Catch a Thief, which is one of my favorite movies of all time. That's next Thursday.

Right now I think I am going to watch A Room With a View which my father recommended to me yesterday after watching it with my mom:

"Our TV went out, the cable, so we've been dusting off our DVDs and watching those. A Room With a View, now there's something that was really most excellent. Helena Bonham Carter is nineteen or so, and she has so much hair, and it's puffed up like that early 1900s Edwardian, with the bonnet attached. And then there's Daniel Day-Lewis, who," he laughs, "in this movie? He's just a FOP. A giant FOP."

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